“This means that five divided by five equals one,” she says to the class, realizing that she is probably more bored than her students. It has been a long week, and it is only Wednesday. There is a lot on her mind. She is tired. She doesn’t want to be here.
“IT’S SNOWING!” one of the children shouts, racing to the window.
“IT IS!?” twenty-five other voices ask.
“Calm down, guys. Sit down, Robbie,” she says, trying to be patient. No one listens to her. Everyone’s attention is outside. Soon the whole class is struggling to squeeze into a place on the window seat. She repeats her command, but the snow is too alluring for the children to obey.
She sighs, an unexpected smile suddenly spreading over her face. It is snowing. And it is beautiful.
She walks to the window to join the children in their simple, innocent awe.
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